As my hands moved with calculated precision over her pussy, I could feel how each touch caused a surge of pleasure. Each movement was like a symphony of sensations, and her moans were the music that guided me. Her skin was hot under my fingers, and her breathing became faster and faster. I could feel her muscles contracting around my fingers, and it made me want to take her further. It was like we were in a perfectly synchronized dance, where my every move was met with a response from her. Her pleasure was my pleasure, and I was determined to bring her to climax.